Jason Spider
02-03-2012, 06:10 PM
Bec Cunt's Last Victim
This is a story about revenge.
The contents of this story are based upon real people and events, though modified for artistic purposes.
Names and other details have been changed, or excluded, to protect the innocent.
But not as much care was taken to protect a certain guilty young lady...
I'm sure if she or anyone who truly knows her reads this they will recognize her, both from personal details provided and her described behavior.
Sadly, unlike in the story, her game is ongoing.
Bec H was at home in her nice new house in Banks in the Australian Capital Territory getting herself ready for work, or more correctly for the game she loved to play at work. A 24 year-old clerk within the Australian public service, Bec took every opportunity to play her game. It was the same game which she learned to play at age 15 in high school, when she had first developed a rather impressive chest for a rather slim young girl.
At 14 Bec had been referred to by several as a Michelle Trachtenberg clone both approximately the same age, a difference of 3 months, with a slim bodies, broad hips, thin arms and shapely legs the similarity was striking, right down to the enticing cum-in-here gap between their legs with its ever present suggestion of a camel-toe, even in jeans. Their faces were quite similar as well high cheek bones, wide eyes, firm chins, full pouting lips, slightly over-sized nose and long straight hair, plus both tended to develop the same mild 'dear in the headlights' surprise whenever they noticed a man looking at them.
The only really noticeable differences at that age were that Bec's eyes and hair were darker and she was at least 4 inches shorter than Michelle, a difference which became even more significant when a year later Bec's bust swelled. Unlike Michelle's cute, but not overly impressive B cup, Bec suddenly found herself enhanced with a pair of D's that really caught they eye on her slim frame. That's how the problem started.
Now to be fair to Bec when it began she had some justification for her behavior. You see although she looked extremely pretty, to the point of being down right horny, she did have one defect. Which was very serious scalding scars on both her arms. At 2 years old Bec had tried to climb into an untended and overly hot bath. The result was second degree burns the full length of both her arms. Sadly this had not only caused her to suffer years of painful medical treatments, but also some very unpleasant teasing by ignorant young boys. The pain had toughened her up and the teasing had filled her with a desire for revenge.
The attention she had received when the high school boys in her neighborhood first noticed her new endowments, quickly showed her a means to get that revenge; cock-teasing. This was the game she started to play and play with savage relish, at high school. It had earning her the nickname Bec Cunt, a deliberate mispronunciation of her real name. Had it stayed in high school many would have agreed the victims, or most of them at least, had deserved it. However, Bec had come to enjoy her game too much to leave it in her childhood where all such games belong. Instead it had developed into an obsession and now her targets were not boys, but men preferably mature single, divorced or widowed men over 50.
In simple terms the game involved her blatantly flirting with a men until he felt certain she was totally willing, then crying harassment and sometimes even assault.
So far since leaving school at 18 Bec had played her game on 8 men, all but one over 45. The only younger one had been her fourth victim and had very nearly ended her fun. He had been only 31, making him generation X, and married. She'd assumed his desire to keep the matter from his wife would make him even more vulnerable. However, when she turned the tables on him at an office party where his wife was present, he'd not shown the slightest sign of embarrassment. Nor had he made any effort to prevent his wife becoming aware, indeed he had directly and very loudly verbally attacked her as a cock-tease and had looked likely to physically attack her until she had pretended she was joking.
He'd made it clear he found the joke far from amusing, but some of the other party guest seemed to. It was only lucky all the management representative at the party had already left and he was the only other member of her section still in attendance. After that she'd quickly begun to look for another job, whilst finding every opportunity to avoid being alone with him. Most distressingly, for her, this had required her to start performing some of the activities her employer was paying her for. A doubly unsatisfactory outcome by her way of thinking. She found a new job just 6 weeks later and left without saying goodbye.
Though not without destroying the family photos on his desk, by injecting a dye into the frames that slowly soaked in turning them green a few weeks later, she could be very petty and vindictive.
That was when she'd decided to focus on single men over 50, her reasoning was simple. She knew middle aged men who lived alone in our isolated modern society were frequently lonely, making them easy prey. She also knew that they had been raised to be polite to young women, and most would never confront her openly in public, even about her more outrageous behavior. Especially given that modern Human Resources practices defaulted to assume a middle age man accused of sexually harassing a young woman was guilty until proven innocent and that few people would be inclined to believe that such and attractive young woman, with a young boyfriend would set-out to seduce a middle aged man. Still less that she'd do it mostly just for the fun of embarrassing him, with a little bit of blackmail as a bonus.
But this was exactly what Bec loved to do.
Of course, this game could not be played repeatedly within the same workplace, but at 23 with wealthy, dotting and exceedingly trusting parents she didn't really need to work. Plus Bec was always happy to move-on after each time she was harassed, as she found if she stayed at a job too long people actually expected her to start performing meaningful work, something she studiously avoided. Not to mention she normally took with her a healthy compensation payout from the victim to 'persuade' her to keep the incident quite. That always amused her as she was even more keen to keep it quiet than they were. If the story got out the next time she tried it she might find the victim had heard about it, which could backfire.
After all she wasn't doing it for the money, only the joy of watching her victims squirm. Today she was looking forward to savoring that joy.
Her latest victim of choice was not an employee of the department, but a highly paid consultant. She felt sure this was going to be her best game ever. He was so cool and confident, and loaded with money. By all accounts he was incredibly efficient at every task he was given and even took on tasks he wasn't asked to perform, seemingly for fun, and produced outstanding results. But by the way he acted around the office it seemed like his job took little real and he had hours of free time each day, which he mostly devoted to chatting her up. In that too he he was amazingly casual and unruffled, where other men had been reluctant to admit any real sexual interest in a girl her age until she had virtually offered herself to them. He'd openly declared himself a filthy old pervert who would happily try to seduce any girl over 21, and accept an offer of sex from any girl over 18.
Not only that, but he was open about what he wanted to do with/to her. On one occasion when she'd made a cheeky remark to him, he'd laughingly threatened to give her a good spanking for it, if she did it again. Then made it perfectly clear that he was not at all joking and was quite prepared to do exactly that, and would not be gentle about it. During another conversation he'd asked her if she'd ever tried bondage, and when she had told him that she hadn't had made it clear that he had and he wanted her to try it with him. He then went on to state that his preference was to be the one doing the tying up and that he liked his partner to take and entirely passive role. Finishing by saying "You'd make and excellent Sex Slave, of course I can see that your reluctant, but rest assure I will cure you of that. No need to decide anything now, after all I've already decided." with an assured smile on his face that had sent her home feeling very nervous.
She'd been so nervous she'd actually let her token Vietnamese boyfriend screw her without making him beg first.
Now however she felt confident she had the measure of him, the previous day he'd asked her openly if she had any concerns about his sexual advances towards her. This wasn't out of the ordinary, he'd asked her that when they'd first started flirting with each other months earlier. Something which she'd initiated by deliberately causing her tits to be revealed to him, then telling him she was happy for him to look as much as he wanted and even make comments, when he'd politely suggested she cover up. Periodically he'd re-confirmed her lack of concern whenever the relationship had seemed to be getting more directly sexual. But his time he mentioned that as a consultant he needed to be careful not to cause offense, as "any complaint by her would probably be dealt with by the immediate suspension of his contract, because the department could do that much easier than suspending an employee who was protected by the union." Now she felt certain that this would give her the leverage she needed to 'break him'.
So she was taking very special care to prepare herself, standing naked in front of her mirror she was carefully practicing her 'cum-fuck-me' look. Today she was going to lure him into 'inappropriate physical contact', by which she meant getting him to fondle her tits.
She knew from past experience that a good meaty hand print on one of her pearly white breast was far better than a thousand words as 'evidence'. If she accused a man of repeatedly asking her to fuck him, it was her word against his, most of the time. Even with witnesses she had to be very quick to respond with horrified shock before someone else added something equally suggestive and diluted this complaint into a general lack of appropriate language within the section. Not to mention that getting middle aged men to make such a comment in-front of a witness wasn't at all easy. But physical evidence of sexual contact, that was different even if it happened in private, especially if it happened in private. There was no way to turn that into anything else, and if she said it was unwelcome, then it was unwelcome. So today she was going to make the smug bastard pay and pay big. This one was special, no one got away with rattling her confidence.
After assuring herself she had the facial expression and pose down pat,
she next carefully selected her clothing for the day.
First the little remotely controlled egg vibrator into her pussy; so she'd be fully aroused when the moment came.
Then the tiny white panties that always made her feel sexy; when she imagined how pleased her victim would be to get her pants of and see them, which he never would.
Over these the well worn, skin tight jeans; so worn thin her erect pussy lips could easily show.
Then the small, thin, skin colored under-wire bra; which showed of her boobs perfectly while almost disappearing against her skin, and did nothing at all to hide her erect, and carefully rouge darkened, nipples.
Making sure of course to put an identically colored, but much thicker non-under-wire bra with broken strap and ripped cup in her bag; to be swapped into, after cleaning off the rouge, before meeting with the department's medical officer to show of her bruises, so she doesn't notice how deliberately she'd exposed them.
Over her bra a thin white blouse; with top three buttons much smaller than the button holes, so they keep popping open all by themselves.
Again with suitably modest and damaged replacement in the bag.
Over this a black zip-fronted long sleeve jumper, two sizes too small for her chest; to hide the scars on her arms, and when zipped to just above the belly button to perfectly frame her lovely boobs.
No need for a replacement, when fully unzipped the effect is quite modest.
Finally her shoes black stilettos with two inch heels? No simple flat soled white tennis shoes with little white socks; Selected for three reasons, first she knows her victim likes smaller girls, at 5'3" she's just his size, second they give a little bit if school-girl look, the old pervert likes school-girls, and finally they're her lucky shoes and socks.
She had worn them the first time she'd 'cock-teased', though it wasn't exactly teasing.
He was 18, a prefect, while she was just 15. She arranged to be caught with him naked but for her shoes and socks. Of course, she told the teachers he'd forced her into the room and threatened to hurt her if she didn't strip "and thank goodness you arrived in time, he wanted to rape me." He was expelled the same day, after all he'd tried to rape her 'and she's under-age!' No one believed his story that he'd heard someone crying in the room and walked in to find her already naked and smiling evilly at him. No one stopped to wonder why a prefect who'd gone to the school for six years would choose the one room when the manual arts master went for a sneaky smoke every day at exactly the same time, even the young lad was too shocked and scared at being accused of attempted rape to think of it.
Her first and easiest conquest. She didn't get anyone else expelled, after that her triumphs were privet, but having done so once was a powerful weapon.
Now she's fully ready, she gives the vibrator control a quick test, then slips it into her bag and heads for the garage. Getting into her nice comfortable, nearly new M3 Beamer, the only vehicle in the garage, she feels very pleased, her boyfriend has learned his lesson. Though there's room for two cars in the garage, he has to park outside. No way she wants to bump into him in this enclosed space unexpectedly. The only time they share the same room is when she's so horny she needs sex and then only for a long as it takes him to service her needs. He's not there because she loves, just to do her bidding, and to show she's not interested in old men, he's even younger than she is. Oh, he's also an explanation for why a junior public servant with no staying power in her work owns two houses. After all she couldn't really tell people she paid for them by extorting money from old men, could she?
"After today," she thinks "I'll probably be able to buy a third house and an upgrade to an M5." She drives off humming to herself to the tune 'Money, money money'.
Arriving at the department headquarters after a 55 minute drive in heavy traffic, her humor has dissipated somewhat. "Damn buying a third house," she decides "I think I'll take this bastards apartment off him." She's recalled him mentioning once that it only takes him 10 minutes to drive to the office, 15 if the traffic is really bad. As she storms up the steps of the building containing her work cubicle, she's really feeling ready to wipe the smile of his face. Just as she's thinking that she looks up and sees that smile before her. Briefly her humor was replaced with rage, but then she smiled remembering this was to be her day of triumph. She looked up at him smiling. Then openly examined him from head-to-toe, paying special attention to the bulge in his pants, as if appraising him.
There he is Jason Bloody Spider; her most hated victim ever.
why? certainly not because he's teased her about her scars, or treated her like and object or even for trying to seduce her. He has always shown her respect and compassion, even recognizing the native intelligence she carefully tries to hide. As for his seduction of her, while he was always open about his appreciation of her, it was her who initiated open discussion of sexuality and pushed him towards ever increasingly blatant remarks. She'd mad it perfectly clear that that was what she enjoyed and wanted from him, in private of course. never in front of a witness, who could subsequently give evidence of her being equally blatant.
No the real reason why she hates him is what suddenly seeing his smiling face always causes her to feel between her legs, she's horny. Every damned time he smiles at her she gets so bloody horny she nearly wets herself. She doesn't want to, but she can't help it. Normally her victims turn her off, she has to really heavily on her vibrator to even begin to become erect, but not with Jason. Since they've been flirting her libido has gone into overdrive. Her boyfriend normally feels lucky to get a fuck once a month. For this 6 months Jason has been on contract, he's been getting it once a week. Since talk about spanking and bondage started it's gone up to once every two days.
This infuriates her. 'How can any man make her respond like that, how dare he?'
Still she responds sweetly, smiling happily as he casually separates himself from the small circle of girls who always seem to appear whenever he's out in public and strolls over to her. "Hi Bec, looking suitably business like today I notice," he comments smiling "planning on hitting the director up for a raise are you, if so a blow-job would probably be the most effective strategy, it would certainly work on me." "If you were the director I'd have blown my way up to Assistant Director by now," she responds laughing "and getting there would have been a lot more than just half of the fun." "You always say the sweetest things," he responds lightly "but when are you going to be in a position to turn words into action?"
They begin walking together into the building.
"Funny you should ask, I managed to get The Idiot (the boyfriend) to sit down for a heart-to-heart last night. He's agreed that there's really no hope of rekindling what's lost between us. So I'm now free as you have requested." "That is good, you know I don't like getting involved with someone who's already committed themselves to someone else. I may be a pervert, but I don't cheat with another man's girl. So how long before your ready to considered starting up a relationship, my bed is very cold at night?" "I'm ready right now!" "Nice idea shall we fuck on the reception desk, or would you prefer to do it in the revolving doors and let everyone see?"
"Well...perhaps not 'right now', but meet me in the file-stores at morning tea and we can talk a little more about blow-jobs, or you can talk my mouth will be occupied." "Ooooo goody, now I'm going to be dragging a pole around in my pants all morning!" "My that is a big bulge you've got there mister, I think you'll be able to stir my breakfast with that." "Do you want it stirred from above or below?" "Above for now, after the blow-job I want a good fucking, you can have my anus tonight." "Ah, now that's an offer a filthy old pervert could never refuse." "That's why I made it." "Because I couldn't refuse or because I'm a filthy old pervert?" "Both."
"Charmer, we better quit this before I blow a load in my pants right now." "I'll probably be the one splashing cum about first. God I'm so hot and wet I'm surprised I'm not steaming." "I do detect a bit of steam, lets get into a lift, would you like me to stop it between floors and bone you." "Oh I wish, but we better not, though you can give my tits a good hard squeeze. I feel the need to be handled roughly today" "Your wish is my command." "I thought you wanted to command?" "Oh I will, when the time is ripe."
At this point they have reached the lifts and enter one alone, true to his word once inside Jason slips both hands into her blouse to take a firm grip of her breasts.
"Harder, squeeze harder, oh please I want to feel pain." "Oh, feeling a little bit masochistic are we? Very good, I like girls who enjoy being treated rough occasionally, as I've told you before." "Yes please, I do feel that way today, give it to me good." 'I've got him!' she thinks. Responsive to her request, He squeezes even harder, then unexpectedly grips her nipples between thumb and forefinger and begins to twist. Her eyes open wide this shouldn't be happening, there's something wrong. He's smiling down at her, his amused and knowing expression chills her. "Oh, by the way," he begins as pain begins lancing through her chest "I know you plan to scream assault as soon as the lift doors open, don't there's a voice recorder in my pocket and every word you've spoken today is on it."
"WHAT?!!" She barks. "But, you can't, that's illegal."
"So is seven counts of extortion, and two of attempted extortion," he responds "I have statements from all the men you've done it too, plus several of the boys & girls from your old high school. Bec Cunt wasn't it, very appropriate."
"H-How did you find out?" she gasped, the pain of his continued twisting of her nipple was intense.
"I've always known, before I came to work here I worked with one of your former victims. He told me the story, he was a broken man. So I hunted round to find out where you lived and worked. Once I did, I had a chat to your boyfriend to give him the skinny on what you'd done. Then he gave me a list of your former workplaces and schools and I back-tracked you until I knew the whole story. That's when I applied for work here."
At this point the lift slowed and stopped, Jason released her nipples and withdrew his hands, but reached out grabbing her left wrist firmly, then he hissed.
"Now shut you mouth and smile, you belong to me now as a promised you would." He smiled at her. "Cheer up, I didn't hunt you down to destroy, but to own you. I told you you would make and excellent Sex Slave, I knew that from my friends description of you. Knowing the little game you play gave me the means to enslave you. So now you'll get the chance to prove me right, for the rest of your life." As he said this the lift doors opened. He pulled her towards him firmly, releasing her wrist and wrapping his arm round her waste, propelling her forward into the office and into an new and frightening future.
Bec found herself smiling, in-spite of her self and the throbbing pain in her nipples, she was too damned stunned and scared to do anything else.
She had planned to spend her life dominating men, taking their pride and money and making herself comfortable. Now that was all gone, with the evidence he'd gathered any resistance from her would result in her utter destruction. He secrets revealed, her reputation shattered. There would be no way she'd be able to avoid returning the extorted money, she'd have no home, no job, no friends and no future. She'd be lucky if she didn't end up in jail. Worse still the only way to avoid all that was to do the one thing she'd hated and feared her whole adult life, give a man control over her.
But most distressing of all was that she knew she would enjoy it physically and in some respects mentally. The pain in her nipples had been incredible both for it's intensity and the pleasure it had filled her with. Her body was aroused beyond anything she'd ever felt before, she was surprised her small frame could contain that much lust. It was a burning need within her, tearing at her self respect, making her more his slave than anything else was. She both feared and hated, but also lusted for the future he had announced for her, but knew without a doubt it was unavoidable.
He walked her to her desk, then patted her firmly on the butt and said "Don't forget morning tea, you made promises and I expect you to keep them."
"Yes Master." she responded automatically without even thinking about it.
Her enslavement was complete.
This is a story about revenge.
The contents of this story are based upon real people and events, though modified for artistic purposes.
Names and other details have been changed, or excluded, to protect the innocent.
But not as much care was taken to protect a certain guilty young lady...
I'm sure if she or anyone who truly knows her reads this they will recognize her, both from personal details provided and her described behavior.
Sadly, unlike in the story, her game is ongoing.
Bec H was at home in her nice new house in Banks in the Australian Capital Territory getting herself ready for work, or more correctly for the game she loved to play at work. A 24 year-old clerk within the Australian public service, Bec took every opportunity to play her game. It was the same game which she learned to play at age 15 in high school, when she had first developed a rather impressive chest for a rather slim young girl.
At 14 Bec had been referred to by several as a Michelle Trachtenberg clone both approximately the same age, a difference of 3 months, with a slim bodies, broad hips, thin arms and shapely legs the similarity was striking, right down to the enticing cum-in-here gap between their legs with its ever present suggestion of a camel-toe, even in jeans. Their faces were quite similar as well high cheek bones, wide eyes, firm chins, full pouting lips, slightly over-sized nose and long straight hair, plus both tended to develop the same mild 'dear in the headlights' surprise whenever they noticed a man looking at them.
The only really noticeable differences at that age were that Bec's eyes and hair were darker and she was at least 4 inches shorter than Michelle, a difference which became even more significant when a year later Bec's bust swelled. Unlike Michelle's cute, but not overly impressive B cup, Bec suddenly found herself enhanced with a pair of D's that really caught they eye on her slim frame. That's how the problem started.
Now to be fair to Bec when it began she had some justification for her behavior. You see although she looked extremely pretty, to the point of being down right horny, she did have one defect. Which was very serious scalding scars on both her arms. At 2 years old Bec had tried to climb into an untended and overly hot bath. The result was second degree burns the full length of both her arms. Sadly this had not only caused her to suffer years of painful medical treatments, but also some very unpleasant teasing by ignorant young boys. The pain had toughened her up and the teasing had filled her with a desire for revenge.
The attention she had received when the high school boys in her neighborhood first noticed her new endowments, quickly showed her a means to get that revenge; cock-teasing. This was the game she started to play and play with savage relish, at high school. It had earning her the nickname Bec Cunt, a deliberate mispronunciation of her real name. Had it stayed in high school many would have agreed the victims, or most of them at least, had deserved it. However, Bec had come to enjoy her game too much to leave it in her childhood where all such games belong. Instead it had developed into an obsession and now her targets were not boys, but men preferably mature single, divorced or widowed men over 50.
In simple terms the game involved her blatantly flirting with a men until he felt certain she was totally willing, then crying harassment and sometimes even assault.
So far since leaving school at 18 Bec had played her game on 8 men, all but one over 45. The only younger one had been her fourth victim and had very nearly ended her fun. He had been only 31, making him generation X, and married. She'd assumed his desire to keep the matter from his wife would make him even more vulnerable. However, when she turned the tables on him at an office party where his wife was present, he'd not shown the slightest sign of embarrassment. Nor had he made any effort to prevent his wife becoming aware, indeed he had directly and very loudly verbally attacked her as a cock-tease and had looked likely to physically attack her until she had pretended she was joking.
He'd made it clear he found the joke far from amusing, but some of the other party guest seemed to. It was only lucky all the management representative at the party had already left and he was the only other member of her section still in attendance. After that she'd quickly begun to look for another job, whilst finding every opportunity to avoid being alone with him. Most distressingly, for her, this had required her to start performing some of the activities her employer was paying her for. A doubly unsatisfactory outcome by her way of thinking. She found a new job just 6 weeks later and left without saying goodbye.
Though not without destroying the family photos on his desk, by injecting a dye into the frames that slowly soaked in turning them green a few weeks later, she could be very petty and vindictive.
That was when she'd decided to focus on single men over 50, her reasoning was simple. She knew middle aged men who lived alone in our isolated modern society were frequently lonely, making them easy prey. She also knew that they had been raised to be polite to young women, and most would never confront her openly in public, even about her more outrageous behavior. Especially given that modern Human Resources practices defaulted to assume a middle age man accused of sexually harassing a young woman was guilty until proven innocent and that few people would be inclined to believe that such and attractive young woman, with a young boyfriend would set-out to seduce a middle aged man. Still less that she'd do it mostly just for the fun of embarrassing him, with a little bit of blackmail as a bonus.
But this was exactly what Bec loved to do.
Of course, this game could not be played repeatedly within the same workplace, but at 23 with wealthy, dotting and exceedingly trusting parents she didn't really need to work. Plus Bec was always happy to move-on after each time she was harassed, as she found if she stayed at a job too long people actually expected her to start performing meaningful work, something she studiously avoided. Not to mention she normally took with her a healthy compensation payout from the victim to 'persuade' her to keep the incident quite. That always amused her as she was even more keen to keep it quiet than they were. If the story got out the next time she tried it she might find the victim had heard about it, which could backfire.
After all she wasn't doing it for the money, only the joy of watching her victims squirm. Today she was looking forward to savoring that joy.
Her latest victim of choice was not an employee of the department, but a highly paid consultant. She felt sure this was going to be her best game ever. He was so cool and confident, and loaded with money. By all accounts he was incredibly efficient at every task he was given and even took on tasks he wasn't asked to perform, seemingly for fun, and produced outstanding results. But by the way he acted around the office it seemed like his job took little real and he had hours of free time each day, which he mostly devoted to chatting her up. In that too he he was amazingly casual and unruffled, where other men had been reluctant to admit any real sexual interest in a girl her age until she had virtually offered herself to them. He'd openly declared himself a filthy old pervert who would happily try to seduce any girl over 21, and accept an offer of sex from any girl over 18.
Not only that, but he was open about what he wanted to do with/to her. On one occasion when she'd made a cheeky remark to him, he'd laughingly threatened to give her a good spanking for it, if she did it again. Then made it perfectly clear that he was not at all joking and was quite prepared to do exactly that, and would not be gentle about it. During another conversation he'd asked her if she'd ever tried bondage, and when she had told him that she hadn't had made it clear that he had and he wanted her to try it with him. He then went on to state that his preference was to be the one doing the tying up and that he liked his partner to take and entirely passive role. Finishing by saying "You'd make and excellent Sex Slave, of course I can see that your reluctant, but rest assure I will cure you of that. No need to decide anything now, after all I've already decided." with an assured smile on his face that had sent her home feeling very nervous.
She'd been so nervous she'd actually let her token Vietnamese boyfriend screw her without making him beg first.
Now however she felt confident she had the measure of him, the previous day he'd asked her openly if she had any concerns about his sexual advances towards her. This wasn't out of the ordinary, he'd asked her that when they'd first started flirting with each other months earlier. Something which she'd initiated by deliberately causing her tits to be revealed to him, then telling him she was happy for him to look as much as he wanted and even make comments, when he'd politely suggested she cover up. Periodically he'd re-confirmed her lack of concern whenever the relationship had seemed to be getting more directly sexual. But his time he mentioned that as a consultant he needed to be careful not to cause offense, as "any complaint by her would probably be dealt with by the immediate suspension of his contract, because the department could do that much easier than suspending an employee who was protected by the union." Now she felt certain that this would give her the leverage she needed to 'break him'.
So she was taking very special care to prepare herself, standing naked in front of her mirror she was carefully practicing her 'cum-fuck-me' look. Today she was going to lure him into 'inappropriate physical contact', by which she meant getting him to fondle her tits.
She knew from past experience that a good meaty hand print on one of her pearly white breast was far better than a thousand words as 'evidence'. If she accused a man of repeatedly asking her to fuck him, it was her word against his, most of the time. Even with witnesses she had to be very quick to respond with horrified shock before someone else added something equally suggestive and diluted this complaint into a general lack of appropriate language within the section. Not to mention that getting middle aged men to make such a comment in-front of a witness wasn't at all easy. But physical evidence of sexual contact, that was different even if it happened in private, especially if it happened in private. There was no way to turn that into anything else, and if she said it was unwelcome, then it was unwelcome. So today she was going to make the smug bastard pay and pay big. This one was special, no one got away with rattling her confidence.
After assuring herself she had the facial expression and pose down pat,
she next carefully selected her clothing for the day.
First the little remotely controlled egg vibrator into her pussy; so she'd be fully aroused when the moment came.
Then the tiny white panties that always made her feel sexy; when she imagined how pleased her victim would be to get her pants of and see them, which he never would.
Over these the well worn, skin tight jeans; so worn thin her erect pussy lips could easily show.
Then the small, thin, skin colored under-wire bra; which showed of her boobs perfectly while almost disappearing against her skin, and did nothing at all to hide her erect, and carefully rouge darkened, nipples.
Making sure of course to put an identically colored, but much thicker non-under-wire bra with broken strap and ripped cup in her bag; to be swapped into, after cleaning off the rouge, before meeting with the department's medical officer to show of her bruises, so she doesn't notice how deliberately she'd exposed them.
Over her bra a thin white blouse; with top three buttons much smaller than the button holes, so they keep popping open all by themselves.
Again with suitably modest and damaged replacement in the bag.
Over this a black zip-fronted long sleeve jumper, two sizes too small for her chest; to hide the scars on her arms, and when zipped to just above the belly button to perfectly frame her lovely boobs.
No need for a replacement, when fully unzipped the effect is quite modest.
Finally her shoes black stilettos with two inch heels? No simple flat soled white tennis shoes with little white socks; Selected for three reasons, first she knows her victim likes smaller girls, at 5'3" she's just his size, second they give a little bit if school-girl look, the old pervert likes school-girls, and finally they're her lucky shoes and socks.
She had worn them the first time she'd 'cock-teased', though it wasn't exactly teasing.
He was 18, a prefect, while she was just 15. She arranged to be caught with him naked but for her shoes and socks. Of course, she told the teachers he'd forced her into the room and threatened to hurt her if she didn't strip "and thank goodness you arrived in time, he wanted to rape me." He was expelled the same day, after all he'd tried to rape her 'and she's under-age!' No one believed his story that he'd heard someone crying in the room and walked in to find her already naked and smiling evilly at him. No one stopped to wonder why a prefect who'd gone to the school for six years would choose the one room when the manual arts master went for a sneaky smoke every day at exactly the same time, even the young lad was too shocked and scared at being accused of attempted rape to think of it.
Her first and easiest conquest. She didn't get anyone else expelled, after that her triumphs were privet, but having done so once was a powerful weapon.
Now she's fully ready, she gives the vibrator control a quick test, then slips it into her bag and heads for the garage. Getting into her nice comfortable, nearly new M3 Beamer, the only vehicle in the garage, she feels very pleased, her boyfriend has learned his lesson. Though there's room for two cars in the garage, he has to park outside. No way she wants to bump into him in this enclosed space unexpectedly. The only time they share the same room is when she's so horny she needs sex and then only for a long as it takes him to service her needs. He's not there because she loves, just to do her bidding, and to show she's not interested in old men, he's even younger than she is. Oh, he's also an explanation for why a junior public servant with no staying power in her work owns two houses. After all she couldn't really tell people she paid for them by extorting money from old men, could she?
"After today," she thinks "I'll probably be able to buy a third house and an upgrade to an M5." She drives off humming to herself to the tune 'Money, money money'.
Arriving at the department headquarters after a 55 minute drive in heavy traffic, her humor has dissipated somewhat. "Damn buying a third house," she decides "I think I'll take this bastards apartment off him." She's recalled him mentioning once that it only takes him 10 minutes to drive to the office, 15 if the traffic is really bad. As she storms up the steps of the building containing her work cubicle, she's really feeling ready to wipe the smile of his face. Just as she's thinking that she looks up and sees that smile before her. Briefly her humor was replaced with rage, but then she smiled remembering this was to be her day of triumph. She looked up at him smiling. Then openly examined him from head-to-toe, paying special attention to the bulge in his pants, as if appraising him.
There he is Jason Bloody Spider; her most hated victim ever.
why? certainly not because he's teased her about her scars, or treated her like and object or even for trying to seduce her. He has always shown her respect and compassion, even recognizing the native intelligence she carefully tries to hide. As for his seduction of her, while he was always open about his appreciation of her, it was her who initiated open discussion of sexuality and pushed him towards ever increasingly blatant remarks. She'd mad it perfectly clear that that was what she enjoyed and wanted from him, in private of course. never in front of a witness, who could subsequently give evidence of her being equally blatant.
No the real reason why she hates him is what suddenly seeing his smiling face always causes her to feel between her legs, she's horny. Every damned time he smiles at her she gets so bloody horny she nearly wets herself. She doesn't want to, but she can't help it. Normally her victims turn her off, she has to really heavily on her vibrator to even begin to become erect, but not with Jason. Since they've been flirting her libido has gone into overdrive. Her boyfriend normally feels lucky to get a fuck once a month. For this 6 months Jason has been on contract, he's been getting it once a week. Since talk about spanking and bondage started it's gone up to once every two days.
This infuriates her. 'How can any man make her respond like that, how dare he?'
Still she responds sweetly, smiling happily as he casually separates himself from the small circle of girls who always seem to appear whenever he's out in public and strolls over to her. "Hi Bec, looking suitably business like today I notice," he comments smiling "planning on hitting the director up for a raise are you, if so a blow-job would probably be the most effective strategy, it would certainly work on me." "If you were the director I'd have blown my way up to Assistant Director by now," she responds laughing "and getting there would have been a lot more than just half of the fun." "You always say the sweetest things," he responds lightly "but when are you going to be in a position to turn words into action?"
They begin walking together into the building.
"Funny you should ask, I managed to get The Idiot (the boyfriend) to sit down for a heart-to-heart last night. He's agreed that there's really no hope of rekindling what's lost between us. So I'm now free as you have requested." "That is good, you know I don't like getting involved with someone who's already committed themselves to someone else. I may be a pervert, but I don't cheat with another man's girl. So how long before your ready to considered starting up a relationship, my bed is very cold at night?" "I'm ready right now!" "Nice idea shall we fuck on the reception desk, or would you prefer to do it in the revolving doors and let everyone see?"
"Well...perhaps not 'right now', but meet me in the file-stores at morning tea and we can talk a little more about blow-jobs, or you can talk my mouth will be occupied." "Ooooo goody, now I'm going to be dragging a pole around in my pants all morning!" "My that is a big bulge you've got there mister, I think you'll be able to stir my breakfast with that." "Do you want it stirred from above or below?" "Above for now, after the blow-job I want a good fucking, you can have my anus tonight." "Ah, now that's an offer a filthy old pervert could never refuse." "That's why I made it." "Because I couldn't refuse or because I'm a filthy old pervert?" "Both."
"Charmer, we better quit this before I blow a load in my pants right now." "I'll probably be the one splashing cum about first. God I'm so hot and wet I'm surprised I'm not steaming." "I do detect a bit of steam, lets get into a lift, would you like me to stop it between floors and bone you." "Oh I wish, but we better not, though you can give my tits a good hard squeeze. I feel the need to be handled roughly today" "Your wish is my command." "I thought you wanted to command?" "Oh I will, when the time is ripe."
At this point they have reached the lifts and enter one alone, true to his word once inside Jason slips both hands into her blouse to take a firm grip of her breasts.
"Harder, squeeze harder, oh please I want to feel pain." "Oh, feeling a little bit masochistic are we? Very good, I like girls who enjoy being treated rough occasionally, as I've told you before." "Yes please, I do feel that way today, give it to me good." 'I've got him!' she thinks. Responsive to her request, He squeezes even harder, then unexpectedly grips her nipples between thumb and forefinger and begins to twist. Her eyes open wide this shouldn't be happening, there's something wrong. He's smiling down at her, his amused and knowing expression chills her. "Oh, by the way," he begins as pain begins lancing through her chest "I know you plan to scream assault as soon as the lift doors open, don't there's a voice recorder in my pocket and every word you've spoken today is on it."
"WHAT?!!" She barks. "But, you can't, that's illegal."
"So is seven counts of extortion, and two of attempted extortion," he responds "I have statements from all the men you've done it too, plus several of the boys & girls from your old high school. Bec Cunt wasn't it, very appropriate."
"H-How did you find out?" she gasped, the pain of his continued twisting of her nipple was intense.
"I've always known, before I came to work here I worked with one of your former victims. He told me the story, he was a broken man. So I hunted round to find out where you lived and worked. Once I did, I had a chat to your boyfriend to give him the skinny on what you'd done. Then he gave me a list of your former workplaces and schools and I back-tracked you until I knew the whole story. That's when I applied for work here."
At this point the lift slowed and stopped, Jason released her nipples and withdrew his hands, but reached out grabbing her left wrist firmly, then he hissed.
"Now shut you mouth and smile, you belong to me now as a promised you would." He smiled at her. "Cheer up, I didn't hunt you down to destroy, but to own you. I told you you would make and excellent Sex Slave, I knew that from my friends description of you. Knowing the little game you play gave me the means to enslave you. So now you'll get the chance to prove me right, for the rest of your life." As he said this the lift doors opened. He pulled her towards him firmly, releasing her wrist and wrapping his arm round her waste, propelling her forward into the office and into an new and frightening future.
Bec found herself smiling, in-spite of her self and the throbbing pain in her nipples, she was too damned stunned and scared to do anything else.
She had planned to spend her life dominating men, taking their pride and money and making herself comfortable. Now that was all gone, with the evidence he'd gathered any resistance from her would result in her utter destruction. He secrets revealed, her reputation shattered. There would be no way she'd be able to avoid returning the extorted money, she'd have no home, no job, no friends and no future. She'd be lucky if she didn't end up in jail. Worse still the only way to avoid all that was to do the one thing she'd hated and feared her whole adult life, give a man control over her.
But most distressing of all was that she knew she would enjoy it physically and in some respects mentally. The pain in her nipples had been incredible both for it's intensity and the pleasure it had filled her with. Her body was aroused beyond anything she'd ever felt before, she was surprised her small frame could contain that much lust. It was a burning need within her, tearing at her self respect, making her more his slave than anything else was. She both feared and hated, but also lusted for the future he had announced for her, but knew without a doubt it was unavoidable.
He walked her to her desk, then patted her firmly on the butt and said "Don't forget morning tea, you made promises and I expect you to keep them."
"Yes Master." she responded automatically without even thinking about it.
Her enslavement was complete.